Ravenswood’s relics from before their move and some from even after. There was a total of thirty or so trunks, ranging from small to large that contained Mr. Henry, however, couldn’t find his brother in thirty-six seconds. Andrew had decided to use the trunks as hiding places to see how long it would take for the other to find which trunk they were hiding in, and whoever had the quickest time won the game.Īndrew had gone first, and counting out loud, got to thirty-six when he found his little brother Henry in the blue trunk with his mother’s evening gowns that she only wore to parties. It was a hot summer’s day when both Andrew and Henry were playing in the attic with some old trunks. Some years pass by, and the boys are at the age when they like to invent new games and cause trouble. Ravenswood gave birth to another boy, Henry. It wasn’t long after their son, Andrew, Mrs. Soon after they’d settled in and fixed the old place up, Alice gave birth to a bouncing baby boy. Ravenswood had purchased the house in hopes of starting a family with his young wife, Alice. Years ago, the Ravenswood’s had bought the rickety old farm house. But the endless chant of “Chicken!” was wearing on Sally’s nerves.Įveryone in town knew the story about the Ravenswood House, and, of course, Mr. Ravenswood and his crazy wife by heart, and so did her brother, and she did not want to go up to that attic, even if her dumb older brother’s gang double dog dared her. “No! I just don’t feel like making the long walk up hill, that’s all.” Sally said, her voice shaking only slightly. Ravenswood’s house, you’re not scared, are ya?” Samuel taunted, as his friends started making juvenile chicken noises. She was refusing to go through with their dare, her task to make her one of them. The name calling derived from the fact that she was a girl, and needed to prove her worth to play with her brother’s friends. Around him were his gang, a group of boys that went to school with her and Samuel, that were chanting, “Chicken! Chicken! Sally is a chicken!” Sally glared at her brother’s gang. Her brother, Samuel Gregory, tossed his baseball from hand to hand, a devilish half grin on his face, while his grey eyes challenged Sally. It does not store any personal data.Sally Gregory folded her arms across her chest. The cookie is set by the GDPR Cookie Consent plugin and is used to store whether or not user has consented to the use of cookies. The cookie is used to store the user consent for the cookies in the category "Performance". This cookie is set by GDPR Cookie Consent plugin. The cookies is used to store the user consent for the cookies in the category "Necessary". The cookie is used to store the user consent for the cookies in the category "Other. The cookie is set by GDPR cookie consent to record the user consent for the cookies in the category "Functional". The cookie is used to store the user consent for the cookies in the category "Analytics".
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